Aunt Gena's Gourmet Sweet Corn

06/15/2026

06/15/2026

Good Monday morning, friends.

No matter what is going on in your life, never forget that good things can still come your way. Hard seasons don’t last forever, and sometimes the simplest blessings remind us of that.

For me, one of those blessings is being greeted like this every morning. It’s hard not to smile when someone is this excited to see you.

I hope your week starts with a little joy, a little hope, and the reminder that better days are always possible.

06/14/2026

Had to run into Fort Wayne today to grab a hydraulic hose fitting for the tractor.

As I was walking out, a gentleman stopped me and said, “Hey, I like your shirt.”

I turned around, smiled, and said, “Hi, I’m Uncle Steve Nye.”

He laughed and said, “Oh man, I LOVE your sweet corn!”

I asked him where he gets it, and without hesitation he said, “Union Chapel.”

And just like that, we were connected.

That’s one of the things I love most about this little sweet corn adventure. It’s not just about growing corn. It’s about the people. It’s about families gathering around a summer meal. It’s about a simple conversation in a parking lot reminding me how blessed I am to do what I do.

So thank you, Brian, for stopping me today and for your support over the years.

Moments like these remind me that sometimes the sweetest part of sweet corn isn’t the corn at all — it’s the people.

🌽❤️

— Uncle Steve Nye, The Sweetcorn Guy

PS by the way, that’s my daughter Zoe modeling the shirt. Hopefully you realized that’s not me lol 

06/14/2026

Sorry at one point I said this is Saturday, July 13 lol I was thinking about July for the planting of Corn I was standing in being ready  in July and I misspoke on the date of today. Obviously it’s June 13 !!

06/09/2026

One of the great joys of farming is getting to witness moments like this. A beautiful doe and her fawn making their way through the sweet corn reminds us that we’re sharing this land with God’s creation. Watching a mother care for her baby is one of those simple sights that can stop you in your tracks and make you appreciate the wonder all around us.

Now, if we’re being completely honest, the farmer in me is also thinking, “There goes a few more ears of corn!” These beautiful animals can certainly make farming a little more challenging, and they don’t always respect property lines or planting schedules.

Still, moments like this remind me how blessed I am to spend my days outdoors. Farming often teaches us to hold two truths at the same time: to appreciate the beauty of God’s creation while also working hard to protect the crop He has entrusted to us.

— Uncle Steve Nye, The Sweetcorn Guy 🌽🦌🙏

06/05/2026

Folks have been asking what happens now that we’re seeing tassels (“peekers”) showing up.

The tassel at the top of the corn stalk is the pollen producer. As it sheds pollen, that pollen lands on the silks growing from the ears lower on the plant. Here’s the amazing part: every strand of silk is connected to a potential kernel of corn. Each silk must receive a grain of pollen for that kernel to fully develop.

So right now, Mother Nature is doing some important work. Good pollination means full ears and fewer missing kernels at harvest.

It’s one of the most fascinating stages in the life of a sweet corn plant—and a big step toward fresh summer sweet corn!

Oh and by the way, Most people don’t know that corn ears almost always have an even number of rows of kernels. While the variety and growing conditions influence how many rows there are, the rows are typically found in pairs around the ear.

— Uncle Steve Nye, The Sweetcorn Guy 🌽

06/05/2026

We’ve got some peekers!!

That’s what a mentor and friend of mine always calls it when the tassels first begin to peek out of the top of the stalk.

To most folks driving by, it may not look like much. But to a sweet corn grower, it’s one of the first signs that harvest season is getting closer.

It reminds me of what Jesus said: “First the blade, then the ear, after that the full grain in the ear.”

We’ve seen the blade. Now we’re seeing the peekers. Before long, Lord willing, we’ll be seeing ears fill out and getting ready for another season of sharing sweet corn with all of you.

Thank you for following along on the journey. The crop is looking promising, and we’re excited about what’s ahead. 🌽

— Uncle Steve Nye, The Sweetcorn Guy

05/28/2026

Absolutely love and proud of My Team. (Grandsons Judge and Riggs and my helper Scott) We got some absolutely beautiful and stunning heirlooms and stackers planted today. Hopefully we’ll have favourable weather so we can provide your fall decor.

05/25/2026

Memorial Day is far more than the unofficial beginning of summer. It is a sacred day of remembrance set aside to honor the men and women of the United States Armed Forces who gave their lives in service to our nation.

Its roots trace back to the years following the Civil War, when communities began decorating the graves of fallen soldiers with flowers as an act of remembrance and gratitude. Originally known as “Decoration Day,” the observance gradually became Memorial Day and expanded to honor all American military personnel who died in war.

One of the most recognized symbols of Memorial Day is the red poppy.

The tradition comes from the famous World War I poem In Flanders Fields written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae after witnessing the loss of soldiers in Belgium. In the devastated battlefields, red poppies unexpectedly bloomed among the graves of the fallen, becoming a powerful symbol of sacrifice, remembrance, and hope.

The poem begins:

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row…”

Since then, the red poppy has served as a living reminder that freedom is never free. It represents the blood shed by those who gave everything for others they would never meet.

Memorial Day is ultimately a day to pause…
to remember names, faces, families, and sacrifices.

It is a day of gratitude for courage, honor, and service.

And it is a reminder that behind every flag waving freely stands someone who paid a price for that freedom.